_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

STRICTLY 18+ --- Steamy smut shots that I randomly think of ;) ****REQUESTS ARE MOST WELCOME!!!**** A lot of these (NOT ALL) will be from the female POV SOME STORIES MAY NOT BE VANILLA --- DISCLAIMER: STORIES MAY INCLUDE: -BDSM -Bondage -Rough Sex -A Variety of Kinks -Dub / Con --- Possible tropes: -Age Gap -Enemies to Lovers -basically all of them

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless tycoon and rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

#1 in obsessiveromance #1 in gulzar #1 in geet #1 in poeticwriting #1 in loveandmadness This story is not perfect. It's personal. It's not just about love-it's about madness. About that one voice, one person, who becomes a part of your bloodstream without even knowing. I wrote this for the one who doesn't even know I exist. Talwiinder-your songs didn't just touch my soul. They invaded it. They didn't heal me. They wrecked me-beautifully, silently, completely. Every line in this book comes from that chaos. From the 2 AM cries. From the 3 AM replays. From the feeling of falling for someone just because their voice makes pain feel poetic. Maybe I'll never meet him. But through this story... I did. So no, this isn't just fiction. This is me-writing love with madness, Bleeding ink for a voice that became my heartbeat. If you're reading this, thank you for not judging my obsession. Thank you for letting me fall-unapologetically. She never met him. Never touched him. But his voice became her obsession, her escape-her ruin. A university girl with ink-stained secrets, she poured every breath of her madness into a book. A story written for him. About him. Because of him. Talwiinder, the man with the voice that healed millions, never knew someone had already surrendered herself to him- completely. Until he read the book. And everything changed. Now... She isn't the only one obsessed. Dive into the story of Mehwish X Talwiinder "Haseen: The Voice That Ruined Me" 🖤 A story written in silence, amd heard by the soul.

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦?" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘔𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘫 𝘬𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘢." 🦋 Life as a medical resident is already hard for Poorvi. It gets more complicated when she crosses paths with an old classmate, who's now a bollywood star. Samar is already too cheeky for her liking, and drama follows him everywhere. Poorvi finds herself unsure if she's more annoyed by his fame or by how much he's starting to grow on her. After getting his name on three blockbusters in a year, Samar involuntarily lands himself in a hospital. But somehow, the doctor treating him seems to be doing more for his recovery than any IV drip could. Poorvi is all about rules, boundaries, and keeping her private life exactly that: private. Samar thrives in the spotlight, where boundaries blur and emotions often spill over. Doctors are too busy to date, and actors apparently never commit. 🦋 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴: 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘹 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘏𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Abuse, Cheating (not between main characters)

-------------- Calcutta, 1940s. A forced marriage. A rising rebellion. A love story that was never meant to exist. Edward Benticks-cold, arrogant, the Governor-General's son-is ordered to marry an Indian aristocrat to "secure the Empire." He hates the idea. He hates her. And he hates that he can't say no. Priyanshika Jadhav-fierce, proud, and born with rebellion in her veins-is pushed into marrying the very man whose people stole her country. She refuses to break. She refuses to bow. And she refuses to be his obedient bride. Two enemies. Two egos. One dangerous marriage that sparks a war of its own. When power clashes with pride... When hatred tangles with desire... When duty traps them under the same roof... Who bends first- the British officer raised to command, or the Indian woman who burns for her freedom? A thrilling collision of ego, rebellion, and forbidden tension- where every glance is a challenge, every silence is a battle, and every moment pulls them deeper into a storm neither of them can escape.